The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The glass is cold against your cheek. You are in the cellar. The air smells of damp earth and old varnish. You are the master of the house. Or you were. Now you are the thing that holds the door. The door is heavy. Oak. Iron banded. It separates you from the feast above. You can hear the laughter. The clink of crystal. The roar of the crowd. They are eating. They are drinking. They are happy....

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